TOP OF THE STAIRS

candlelit shadows collide as hands reach and then withdraw in the room upstairs soaked with comfortable aromas and layers of dust where men with rough shirts and weathered hands toss dice at the crease of wall and floor smoking cigarettes speaking softly when the dice bite back or rise for the moment with luck

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EXPRESSION

Poetry strong a subtle story without subtitles   breathing out words to grow on or avoid   ideas pressed in the winds of thought   hold tight the cards place the bets take the winnings and then the door   tears for hope and faith to the end